Smiling Plastic - A Poem By OllyOllie

what happened to my smile?
i still have it, but it came from a pill
i see a smile in my pictures from a year ago
not the smile of today.
what would my smile be in the future?
will i ever smile?
or would the earth slowly eat me up and recycle me?
we all are plastic in the end.
once we have been used, we are thrown away.
and left to rot in earth's soil 
we will watch people screaming in hopes a magic fairy would come and bring peace
instead of middle aged men who are busy listening to podcasts with AI hosts
what has the world gone to?
what happened to humans?
are we even considered human?
humans smile, right?
not the artificial smile, the smile of the heart
of the soul
of a full lived life
a life our generation will never experience
even if we pray to a wishing star
the wishing star is a soul
who gave up
and try to bring comfort by giving dreams a chance
only to never happen
because we are plastic
plastic that has been used